Some aged man that in his dotage scolds, I paid a visit first to Ukenheim, The man who whilome saved our father's life, Assail'd him at Malines. He came last night, Would pay the debt, and save more lives than one. That with the occupant the world went well. And his long back upright. His eyes were fix'd That call'd him father, crept to where he sat And pluck'd him by the sleeve, and with its small And with a low obeisance, and a smile That look'd like watery moonlight on his face, I told him that a lading of wheat-flour Was on its way, whereat, to my surprise, His countenance fell, and he had almost wept. 'ARTEVELDE. Poor soul! and wherefore? 'CLARA. age, That I soon perceived. He pluck'd aside the curtain of the couch, And there two children's bodies lay composed. They seem'd like twins of some ten years of And they had died so nearly both together He scarce could say which first and being dead, He put them, for some fanciful affection, Each with its arm about each other's neck, VOL. XII.-N.S. GG So that a fairer sight I had not seen Than those two children, with their little faces With them in death as they did with each other; ARTEVElde. 'It was a thousand pities he deferred " CLARA. 'It was indeed. 'But whatsoe'er had been his former pride, I drew the small survivor of the three Before him, and he snatched it up, and soon 6 ARTEVELde. There is a man by fate Fitted for any enterprize of danger. 6 CLARA. With Father John; but here he comes himself, No doubt to bring you tidings of the sick.' pp. 185-188. In the Second Part, Artevelde is 'Regent of Flanders': and the change which has passed upon him is indicated in the following detached passages. · FATHER JOHN. 6 ARTEVElde. 'Say they so? Well, if it be so, it is late to mend ; For self-amendment is a work of time, A proof of pride,-yet they that these contemn That casts such things aside, Which, be they in themselves or vile or precious, Yet think what manner of men are these I rule; Of Providence, whose instrument I am To work some changes in the world, or die. And I could wish you gone.' Vol. II. pp. 40-42. * " ELENA. 'On your way hither, then, you passed through Ghent, The city which you saved. How sweet a pleasure, Revisiting a place which owes to you All that it hath of glory or of ease! ARTEVELde. Verily yes, it should have overjoyed me. How diverse, how contrarious is man! I know not wherefore, but I scarce was pleased To see that town, now wallowing in wealth, 'Not in the siege: but I have suffered something. But wherefore thus Divert me from the topics I pursue? Think once again upon the proffered choice A battle must be fought ere many days. "ELENA. You have been very kind to me, my lord, That streak my life, have used me with respect. ARTEVELDE. 'Am I in life's embellishments so rich, The chiefest one away? No, fairest friend; And solitary spot of azure sky, Whereon they love to dwell. The clouds close in, 'ELENA. You are so busy all day long, I feared 'ARTEVELDE. Think not so. The sweets of converse and society Are sweetest when they 're snatched; the often-comer, The boon companion of a thousand feasts, Whose eye has grown familiar with the fair, Whose tutored tongue, by practice perfect made, Is tamely talkative, he never knows That truest, rarest light of social joy, Which gleams upon the man of many cares. · ELENA. It is not every one could push aside ARTEVELDE. 'By your leave, Vol. II. pp. 75-79. Father John's embassy to England proves unsuccessful. Richard temporizes. The shrewd and trusty envoy tells the Regent, that the English nobles, though willing to make use of him, if victory should crown his arms, to encumber France, secretly misliked his cause. year 'Jack Straw, Wat Tyler, Lister, Walker, Ball, I wage my war-no nation for my friend, Yet in each nation having hosts of friends! The bondsmen of the world, that to their lords Ye that have whitened in the dungeon's darkness Through years that knew not change of night and day— Tatterdemalions, lodgers in the hedge, Lean beggars with raw backs and rumbling maws, |